FIONA
The hall erupted into applause. I could barely swallow the sip of wine I took.
As the king turned to return to the dais, we followed him.
On our way to our seat, we passed by the Bishop and I noted vaguely that he was the only one who did not drink during the toast.
The music resumed and below, conversations restarted in eager waves.
July now by my side leaned over. “Can you believe it?” She squealed eagerly. “You’re going to get married to my brother.”
“I most definitely cannot.” I replied, swallowing hard.
Ethan leaned in and his breath brushed against the shell of my ear. “Ignore my father and sister’s talks about marriage. They are just…excited.”
I reached for the nearest goblet and took a large swig. The wine burned my throat and Ethan lifted a brow at me.
“It’s either
